Serena, our Serena, America’s tennis queen,
the best female player that I’ve ever seen.
After proving at Wimbledon that she has no equal,
what could possibly be done as a fitting sequel?
The Olympics, ah yes, that damn medal of gold
proved a suitable quest for our queen so bold.
So, individual agendas Serena set aside
as she played for our country, for our national pride.
As the games commenced it was immediately clear
that Serena was “on” and feeling no fear.
And one could sense she had made a decision
that bringing glory to our country was her greatest mission.
It was obviously war from the opening bell
as the first of opponents to Serena’s weaponary fell.
Jankovic simply had no reply
as Serena dispatched her in the blink of an eye.
Next came Radwanska who fell victim to the queen
as she produced shot after shot the poor girl hadn’t seen.
One could say the third match was a maim,
as Zvonareva managed to win only one game.
And then Wozinaki succumbed appearing in shock
as Serena seemed younger, as having turned back the clock.
Surely world number one could put an end to this act,
could quell the onslaught of the queen’s attack.
But Azarenka, Vika as she likes to be called
was outclassed, embarrassed and clearly appalled.
And now the Olympic odyssey is over
as today “the eraser” destroyed Sharapova.
Serena, our queen-a, how do you do what you do?
Wish more American players would try to emulate you.
Your fire, your passion, your push to succeed
are lessons for life many desperately need.